Grand Conversation on Napoleon, The

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The Grand Conversation on Napoleon

Roud Number 1189

as sung by Henry Burstow, Horsham, Sussex.

  1. 'Twas over that wild beating track, a friend of the bold Bonaparte
    Did pace the sands and lofty rocks of St Helena's shore;
    The wind blew in an hurricane, the lightening flash around did dart,
    The seagulls were shrieking and the waves all round did roar.

  2. Ha hush, rude winds, the stranger cried, while I do range this dreary spot
    Where alas this gallant hero his heavy eyes did close;
    But while his valiant limbs do rot, his name shall never be forgot,
    This grand conversation on Napoleon arose.

  3. Ha England, he cried, why did you persecute that hero bold?
    Much better had you slain him on the plains of Waterloo.
    Napoleon was a friend to heroes all, both young and old,
    He caused the money for to fly wherever he did go.

  4. Plans were arranging night and day, this bold commander to betray,
    He cries, I'll go to Moscow and then it will ease my woes,
    If fortune shine without delay, all the world shall me obey,
    This grand conversation on Napoleon arose.

  5. Thousands of thousands he then did rise, to conquer Moscow by surprise,
    He led his men across the Alps oppressed by frost and snow
    But being near the Russian land he then began to open his eyes,
    All Moscow was a-blazing and his men drove to and fro.

  6. Napoleon dauntless viewed the flames and wept in anguish for the same,
    He cried, Retreat my gallant men, for time do swiftly go.
    What thousands died on that retreat, some were their horses forced to eat,
    This grand conversation on Napoleon arose.

  7. At Waterloo his men they fought, commanded by great Bonaparte,
    Attended by Field Marshall Ney and he was bribed with gold.
    When Blucher led the Prussians in it nearly broke Napoleon's heart;
    He cried, My thirty thousand men are slain and I am sold.

  8. He viewed the plains and cried, "'Tis lost," 'twas then his favourite charger crossed,
    The plains were in confusion with blood and dying woes,
    The bunch of roses did advance and boldly entered into France,
    This grand conversation on Napoleon arose.


Notation made by Vaughan Williams from Mr Burstow's singing (22 December 1904) is in the Journal of the Folk-Song Society vol II (issue 8) 1906, pp 188-189.


Gordon Hall, also from Horsham, sang a similar version, which can be heard on When the May is all in Bloom, Veteran VT131CD. Words: follow link from http://www.veteran.co.uk/VT131CD.htm


A number of broadside examples [1] can be seen at Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads: http://www.bodley.ox.ac.uk/ballads/

Note that the Pitts copy (Harding B 11(253)) carries a credit to one George Brown; nothing seems to be known of him beyond the fact that he is also credited on various broadsides as writer of such songs as Flora the Lily of the West (Roud 957, Laws P29), The Merchant's Daughter and Constant Farmer's Son (Roud 675, Laws M33), and Young Napoleon, or The Bunch of Roses (Roud 664, Laws J5).